PK / PETER KAVINSKY

10.

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I ploughed my way through the masses of students who swarmed the school's main corridor, trying to avoid hitting any 7th graders in the head with my backpack. Peter followed close behind me, the majority of people parting to let him through. I couldn't blame them, in fact not that long ago I would have stepped back too if I'd seen the 6ft something popular kid from 11th grade coming my way.

I spotted Chris in her huge wide-brimmed black hat pressed up against some lockers amongst the sea of people, letting a tide of kids run past her down the hallway. She pulled an irritated face that turned into a laugh as she noticed me,

"Hey J!" She called out over the racket, still squashed up against the lockers.

"Hi Chris, I'll see you in class!" I yelled back and tried to step towards her but the two of us were barred off from each other by the stream of kids. 

I felt a hand on my lower back and Peter's voice murmured in my ear,

"You might want to keep walking, we're kinda holding people up."

"Such a killjoy, Kavinsky." I looked up at him towering behind me and stuck out my tongue. 

"Come on Jamie." He urged, tilting his head to the side and giving me that smile. He added a bit more pressure to my back and guided me down the corridor, away from Chris who waggled her eyebrows suggestively at me upon seeing Peter's hoodie.  

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"There we go. Peace at last." Peter sighed exaggeratedly as we reached an emptier hallway filled with only a few 10th graders who were busy sorting out their lockers.

A fake high-pitched scream echoed through the corridor from an adjoining classroom.

"Ahh, Liam stop it!" A ditsy voice giggled out flirtatiously.

"Funny definition of peace." I said with a sarcastic smile to Peter who rolled his eyes at me despairingly.

"You know Jamie, you're such a ray of sunshine." He said as sincerely as he could before bursting into laughter as he saw my unimpressed face. I flicked my hair over my shoulder dramatically and sped away from him, walking at twice his normal speed.

"Hey hey hey, slow down, we're not at the Olympics here J." Peter protested, jogging slightly to catch up. I let him fall into step with me and we walked in comfortable silence.

I nearly stopped completely though when something happened that I definitely had not been expecting.

Peter grabbed my hand that was swinging down by my side and casually interlaced his fingers with mine. 

My eyes were probably bigger than the size of two moons as I looked down at our hands linked together.

"What?" Peter said with a coy smirk on his face. "Remember, we're supposed to look like we are a thing." His smirk grew bigger and bigger as he continued his sentence.  

"Uhuh." My voice faltered. "But care to explain why we're doing this now when there's literally no one around?" I craned my neck to look back down the nearly empty hallway and then confidently returned my gaze Peter, hoping he wouldn't realise how shaken I was.

"Woah woah woah, you mean to say, I, Peter Kavinsky, have outsmarted Jamie Hughes?" He rounded on me in a false display of surprise.

"That's yet to be proven." I retorted cynically.

"Let me take you through my faultless logic." He grinned, flashing his white teeth at me cockily as he swung my hand gently through the air. 

"See that next right over there Hughes?" He nodded towards the upcoming turning.